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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 596545" data-attributes="member: 9167">Johnson's Neighborhood GarageFifth Ward3:20 pmThe whole place stunk like oil and grease.  But then it was supposed to, being a garage and all.  However, interspersed in all that, the smell of pizza wafted over the grimy tools and the grunt of exertion to reach hungry nostrils.  An old man tottered back and forth in the small kitchen built into the back of the garage.  Unlike the three other men in the building, he had on grease-free clothes and a relaxed expression.  Whistling to himself, the owner of Johnson’s garage began to avail himself to a slice of pizza.“Come and take a break, boys!” he called out to the men currently working on the few scattered cars they had in the garage.   “Or T-Bull is going to finish it all off for you!”His eyes though grew sad as he caught sight of the morning newspaper lying on the table.  “Such a pity…such a pity…” he murmured, sitting down with his slice of pepperoni. OOC: Krizzel, Garyh, Keia you’re up.  You three don’t know the little girl who got shot personally but you knew who she is just by neighborhood reputation.  It’s Lindsey Mayes, daughter of one of the landlords five blocks away.</blockquote>